You feel me moving off you and whimper "please, don't stop." You feel the cold, smooth surface of something metallic sliding up your leg. You squirm a... I rub it against your pussy, getting it lubed up with your juices. The butt plug is small and delicate and as I start to tease the opening of your ass you grind against it, so incredibly aroused both excited and a little nervous as I slide it up inside you.You hear the hum of the Magic Wand as I turn it on, first against your breasts and. My mind fills with a ravenous desire to taste you, I feel like a c***d left unattended in a sweet shop. I can’t resist and as raise my hands to grab your buttocks and pull you in you thrust your hips as if to say ‘go ahead’. I kiss your wet sticky lips passionately as you gently rock against my chin, smearing your sex all over my face. I’m in heaven. I passionately kiss your clam as I firmly grasp your buttocks and my heart skips a beat. I hear you groan with a deep sigh as if you have just. ‘Go on. I’ve got it.’ ‘I can help,’ Brody offered. Ryan shrugged as if to say it was up to him. ‘Sorry, Ryan,’ Mark said again. ‘I’ll talk to you later. Bye, Brody.’ He took off. ‘So, you’re Ryan.’ Brody stared at the woman in front of him. She had on faded blue jeans, a GMU sweatshirt, and a well-worn leather jacket. Auburn hair framed a slightly angular face that had a light dusting of freckles over the cheekbones. Mischievous green eyes met his own. She was not what he had expected. She. How much I needed her to do this to me; how good it felt."And does a man"--Mistress' voice rose--"have something like THIS"--herindex finger was pointed like an arrow at my cock--"between his legs?"She was like a woman on fire in your power and derision. "Or does hehave a real man's cock?"I was crying in mortification and a mass of emotion by now and chokedout, "I'm s-s-s-sorry, Mistress!"The regal Marla sat back in seeming relaxation. "No, of course hedoesn't. Hell, I need a real man. A.